monochromatic
January 4th, 2009 by whypaisley
monochromatic stains – the eye by ~m2mazzara on deviantART
love, doesn’t speak
to me any more..
it is as if i am caught up
in a monochromatic dream,,
and everything
that filters thru
assumes the same mottled hue..
my rose colored glasses
are cracked and faded.
my heart
has become
unwilling or unable
to taste the sweetness
of loves sugar lips
or languor in the silky caress
of its cream.
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sounds like someone who had too many failed relationships but I still think there’s a hint of hopefulness in your words especially with the description of silky caress
Only you could have a pink monochrome. Rose coloured glasses make things appear better than they are…???
Nice piece. I’ve been thinking about forms of love. And I see you have, too! Colors, words, thoughts, style, imagery – all forms of love, I think.
I lke the idea of the cracked and faded rose coloured glasses no longer doing their job.
Hi! I liked this- seems tragic yet somehow there is a tinge of hope too!
delicious and resonant – sugar lips and caresses of cream, evocative sensual perfection!
I’ve seen the willingness to love and be loved in your blogging. Keep listening! Great art shot and poetic imagery. XXOO
I do wish you would fall in love again! The chemical reaction in the brain of one who is in love is likend to dopamin or releases dopamin. . . The problem is like with any other drug, it never lasts forever. But, it’s about time you re-upped; relasped and tried love again.
Blessings, C.
Despite the admission of love not speaking to you anymore there is a richness, a vividness in your imagery that suggests a romantic sensibility. I like the contrast between the two!
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“and everything
that filters thru
assumes the same mottled hue”
This too shall pass. A very heartfelt and real piece.
Evocative. Love always finds a way back. And it’s when we least expect it.